Monday, July 18, 2011

Part V: I've Got Rhythm(s)

The Gadfly On His Back

Once my heart wouldn't stay at its normal rhythm, it was obvious my hospital stay wasn't going to be the 5-7 days we'd discussed.

My open heart surgery at Oklahoma Heart Hospital had gone well, by all appearances. The new aorta was working properly, although the popping noise from my chest was my primary concern.

Slowly, one thing at a time went south. My heart's electrical impulses couldn't make up their minds if they liked the regular rhythm or the scary stuff.  

If there was silence in my room (not likely, those who know my family would agree) the popping noise as I breathed was two sheets south of scary, as evidenced by the looks on the faces of Ann and daughters Shelli and Cheryl.


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